I am flying into the wind like a stupefied duck

At the Big Casino trying my luck

I celebrate my idiocy by taking $200 from the cash machine

It is gone in fifteen minutes, I am a mighty Philistine

Sucked into every trap set toward the future

As if luck were some kind of suture

To heal all the wounds cut by hope and fear

To stop me from coming back here

Coming back to the same place

Where I look in my phone and I see your face

Frozen in a permanent smile

Fresh and perfect like a new-born child